Early Levy comprises two pioneering early works by Man Booker-shortlisted writer Deborah Levy.
BEAUTIFUL MUTANTS
Lapinski, a manipulative and magical Russian exile, summons forth a number of highly contemporary urban pilgrims. Through them, Levy explores broken dreams and self-destructive desires in a shimmering, dislocated allegory of its times.
& SWALLOWING GEOGRAPHY
Like her namesake Jack Kerouac, J.K. is always on the road, travelling Europe with her typewriter in a pillowcase. From J.K.'s irreverent, ironic perspective, Levy charts a new, dizzying, end-of-the-century world of shifting boundaries and displaced peoples.
Deborah Levy trained at Dartington College of Arts leaving in 1981 to write a number of plays, highly acclaimed for their "intellectual rigour, poetic fantasy and visual imagination", including PAX, HERESIES for the Royal Shakespeare Company, CLAM, CALL BLUE JANE, SHINY NYLON, HONEY BABY MIDDLE ENGLAND, PUSHING THE PRINCE INTO DENMARK and MACBETH-FALSE MEMORIES, some of which are published in LEVY: PLAYS 1 (Methuen)
Deborah wrote and published her first novel BEAUTIFUL MUTANTS (Vintage), when she was 27 years old. The experience of not having to give her words to a director, actors and designer to interpret, was so exhilarating, she wrote a few more. These include, SWALLOWING GEOGRAPHY, THE UNLOVED (Vintage) and BILLY and GIRL (Bloomsbury). She has always written across a number of art forms (see Bookworks and Collaborations with visual artists) and was Fellow in Creative Arts at Trinity College, Cambridge from 1989-1991.
This collection brings together two Levy's first two published novels (or novellas), which I will review separately. They were both very interesting in terms of understanding her development as a writer.
Beautiful Mutants (1989) This is Levy's first published book, and shows that the talent that came to fruition with Swimming Home and Hot Milk was there from the start. Like all of her books, it is full of strikingly visual scenes, only loosely linked by any form of narrative, giving the whole a dreamlike quality. The subject of this one is London at the height of Thatcherism, with all of the new barbarity of the new elite laid bare. A brilliantly intense surreal satire - my only criticism is that I would have liked it to be longer!
Swallowing Geography (1993) Levy's second novella is even shorter, and is a more cryptic and elusive story, which is episodic, describing a female traveller known only as J.K. and her relationships with various lovers. I found this one quite difficult to follow, so less satisfying, but that probably says more about my limitations as a reader than about the quality of the book.
Beautiful Mutants made me think of S. J. Perelman: wild but controlled humor based on parody. Levy smartly chose the present tense for her first published concoction, and she pulls off almost everything she tries. I don’t know what it all amounts to, but I don’t really care.
Unfortunately, I could not get into Swallowing Geography.
The good news is, Levy is now a terrific writer. But the first novella in this regrettable reissue of her early stuff was so god-awful I couldn’t make it past page 12. It sounded like all of the characters, and/or the writer, were on acid. And not the kind of trip that triggers profundities; the kind that spews inane verbal diarrhea.
Niet echt m’n ding, helaas. Ik vond vooral het tweede verhaal tegenvallen. Ik heb het boek ook niet helemaal uitgelezen, omdat het uitlezen zelf de enige reden was om het op te pakken, niet het verhaal. Desalniettemin, ben ik wel ontzettend benieuwd naar andere boeken van deze auteur, want er schijnen nog een aantal hele goede te zijn. Wie weet!
Om hier nog aan toe te voegen: deze line is me steeds bijgebleven en vond ik ontzettend mooi beschreven. En zo als deze waren er nog heel veel meer poëtische zinnen.
“Dressed as you are in creams and blues you look like a gentle bruise.”
"Beautiful Mutants" counterpoises a brutally realist approach to Thatcher-era London and a satirically surrealist narrative. Never exactly spelling out the story's discontent with late capitalism, Levy is still ruthlessly explicit in crafting images that illustrate her critique .
In "Swallowing Geography,” JK, "Europe's eerie child" (love that description) wanders aimlessly, finding more evidence of love than greed and hatred along her journey. The fluidity of sex, travel, and identity all conjure the queer poetics of Hot Milk and the vulnerable but uncompromising individuality of Kitty Finch in Swimming Home. In that spirit of fluidity, it feels to me like JK (1993) becomes Kitty Finch (2011) becomes Sofia Papastergiadis (2016), the flow from one text to the other totally undoing the fact that these stories were written decades apart. Such a stunning continuum of self-discovery. It’s kind of unreal as a reader to recognize a lineage of characters through a beloved writer's work <3
Here we see the beginnings of a quirky and distinct literary talent very much influenced by the snapshot paragraphs of Angela Carter and, from my reading eye at least, the strange disconcerting voices of life and radio. BEAUTIFUL MUTANTS, with its free-flowing vignettes (including a moving passage of a sex worker), is the better of the two early novels: an often beautiful surrealistic soiree of words and imagery. SWALLOWING GEOGRAPHY is less confident and less certain, an often clumsy attempt to find a narrative from the free-flowing anarchy of consciousness. Which is not to say that it is unreadable. We are, as I have said, only at the beginning. And for those, like me, who are fond of following the journey of a weirdo over time, this is a flawed yet auspicious set of small novels.
Am salvat-o pe autoare in lista mea si De citit, dar si in cea De ascultat. E minunata, vocea ei e hipnotizanta si povestile ei sunt la fel. In aceste doua povestiri de la inceputul carierei sale, Deborah Levy ne baga in doua vise febrile. In primul m-am scufundat. Al doilea m-a pierdut. Asa ca doar trei stele. Beautiful Mutants este o minunata poveste despre emigranti. Personajul feminin este intrigant, fiecare noua persoana introdusa in poveste are ceva de trait sau visat, iar tu esti martor la o nebunie tot mai mare. Proza insa, mai mult decat povestea, este fascinanta. Doar cititi cum descrie ea lucrurile: „Cigarette in his mouth, plastic sandals on his feet, he hums an old Elvis tune, soiled newspaper tucked into the pocket of his grey trousers. ” Masterclass! De la ea vă recomand August Blue și Swimming home.
Sad I didn’t enjoy this, after reading Hot Milk I could really feel the lack of direction with these stories and the difference between this and Levy’s later work was really obvious. I loved hot milk because of the great fusion of poetry and story telling but this was too poetic for me just because of personal taste. I didn’t understand what was going on half the time, but I’ll be sure to read her more recent books.
I’ll be honest it took me a while to get into this book. I needed to get used to the writing but it was worth it. Amongst the nonsense is some real truth and wisdom. Horror and beauty. Reality. This is as close as I get to reading poetry, I’ve never had a great aptitude or patience for it unfortunately.
Did not enjoy these. 2 “novellas” from 2 decades ago, with Levy’s exquisite expressive writing still premature, but noticeably developing from the first to the second story - four years later. Loads of vulgar un-stringed scenes. There is no way anyone would be able fully appreciate this unless they love poetry.
huge fan of swallowing geography, not that into beautiful mutants. Very difficult read with a lot of beauty sprinkled in for those who trudge through. Metaphoric to the point I almost couldnt keep up.
I really enjoyed reading these early works from Levy, and though so far I prefer her later more cohesive narratives, I still really found so much to love about these more experimental disjointed novellas.
Reading this was kind of like dreaming. It was beautiful but it did not feel quite complete. Like flashing images and feelings, or something like that, like pictures or lyrics you might come across again but don’t know where they came from.
I especially enjoy Deborah Levy's more recent work and came to these earlier novels with curiosity. They remind me a bit of Joy Williams in style, except dialed up a few notches. Uncompromising characterizations.